Four Bars...

insert, my pen hurts, but I still write/
with flourescent ink to highlight, all the punches that land right//
I stand right, you stand left, I'm twice as def/
Spend two hours a day in the bath to stay twice as fresh//

slicin necks, cut em like a deck of cards get diced to specks/
set you in a bath tub, organs are covered up in ice compressed/
my brain's twisted like a rattle snake's pose, ive mastered great flows/
baffle fakes' skulls, brains fried and smoked up like a bag of hay-dro/

a bag of hay-dro?, this emcee will get played like a game of halo/
he should carry his shit lyrics on a wheel-barrow/
you cant touch me im strong joints thru to my bone marrow/
im fly like a cockney sparrow and on point like a mutha fuckin arrow/

I laugh at those thinkin they mastered the game like it required no skill or talents
they should bath in they shame/
nature vs nurture and im ashamed to say u thought u had it mentally u should have nurtured ya caine/
now raw caine turns to lost product no longer on the market 4 sale so u lookin to re- up in new ways/
now ya times up waitin got u strectched out and slian/

slain? lady skii you dont know my vocabulary, it ranges more than from slain to cain/
ill tell you bluntly, your rhymes wont make it in the game, and if you think they will, you must be insane/
dont bother passing the blame, just live with the shame, your lyricly lame, im hot like a flame/
right now this rhymes goin round like a picture frame, your rhymes are like cheese on toast, and im getting bored so jus so you know that i came in the game with my last post/

i kno i baffled u bitch i got u dumbfounded quick
extensive vocab come wit a better spit
maybe u can become a wothy advosary
instead of a smak post for my shit
instant diss and i didnt even have to post to kno this
maybe u should stick to books or net porn flicks

ok ok ive been spitting for a few weeks, havent even found my technique/
but lyricly you cant match this physique, because you see im unique/
... creative and sometimes ill admit im oblique, mystique and unorthadox/
i even got house of pain in my juke box!
but still im gangster yo, so dont make me reach for ma toolbox/ so think twice before u test me because you'll be finding anthraxx in your mail box!/

the way u styed glued to the pc i took u as parapalegic
pleas bitch i need u to come wit some shit that a make me eat my sentence
i have an anger complex which means at any time im ready to beat u senseless
thats why ya mom keeps u in the crib cuz she can sense it

ok ok u could call me the newbie,
so you think this emcee's quickly labeled "slew me"
my crew's not needed, still i know your wanting to recruit me,
but just ask the last guy who knew me,
because i may appear a blataint amerture.. even unprepeared
i aint a pussy i bun fear! so dont think ill back down, i aint scared
in your post yo..whatever was declared.. to me i didnt read it so it went unaired!
ill use a backwords term so you get me, yo your brained-haired
i could tell because your rhyimgs slurn like you must be vision-impeared

i could tell because your rhyimgs slurn like you must be vision-impeared

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okay...
why u bring that shit up in hair [here]? this kid aint aware / u stood like a man now its time for u to sit in a chair /
and listen to flares that i spit, im blisterin ears / do ya wig like siamese twins and send a split down ya hairs /

he's a bitch now he's scared, ask around 'who are the real ones?' /
not 22...he's Not Applicable, No One feels em /
he claims he's gangsta, sittin behind a computer moniter /
but he aint so he'll be tha first to run hootin n hollerin /

ok you call that a burn? then i gess its my turn, your words hit me!! ..... almost/
so you could call this my return, but u shud know.. i didnt sign in just to boast/
i know ive got alot 2 learn but, your lyrics to me are cheese on toast/
and yo..what you goin on about with your shit? yo is that your shoulder chipped?/
im da new guy, im fly with the game unzipped, spitting like i was readin from a script/
i excel with poise, just like del boys dodgy gear, your lines are crooked & ripped/
so if i offended u... no regret's or sorry's here, jus me hooded and equipped/

yeh yeh 2 you i mite be shit
but yo bit by bit, im clocking it
your probably thinking.. hes bizzare and full of it!
but listen i dont care who you are, i wont ever quit!
you must be joking it, becoz its da exit door that your
knock-knocking-it
you be the dim-wit emcee unfit to spit, thats you lyricly un-fit
im cold like your now frost-bit
you got sold...... and didnt make a profit
im gold.. im the real deal..total legit,
your post was crime, a rhyme from you... a half-wit
stank coming from you like a fat-mans arm-pit
your post was o.k but i still laffed & dissed-it
because i dont give a fuck yo, im a born misfit
i really cant believe your aloud to spit without a permit......
i shudda kept this short and sweet, but hey you deserved-it
so remember this new guy, and admit hes learning quick to spit

these punks are illeterate/they cant seem to read the signs/
cant u count/he said 4 bars/4 lines in lame man terms '4 lines/
ur brains seem to be disconnected/ from the rest of u
like ur balls when ur carstraded/

nano22/ur skill bores me lyk a slut with a yeast infection/ur skill wont last like friends/ under false pretenses/ ur of no use to the game/lyk a hoer with a prolapsed pussy on the street/ur a nono a fake/lyk a plastic gold necklace/this aint a hate speech/im just sayin that u need more practice/

nano's a gangster/yeah/ on tv games and playstation/shit talkin punk/u dnt kno who u facin/ im a newbie too/ to the site not to the game/iv been kickin rhymes/ since bak then/when i was just a thought in gods mind/unlike u/i didnt chose this i was born and this is wat i do/ good luk with steppin ur game/gud luk nano 22/ u gonna need it

I hope you had your jeans low when you coped queens blow
Cause debo can make you die fast but youl bleed slow
This just a free flow so Im Not Putting Effoft
Your girls puting extra sugar when my puddings measured

im kinda like a god, so you better listen to everythig i say yo
i create things so vivid and moving its like im using play-do
and i scuplt mind at the same time so you could call me plato
i kno most of yall aint on my level so wen i bust ima aim low

this is wat mearly pisses me off/a bitch ass mc claiming his god/u created by devils to try out class the creation of stupidity/punk ass mc /when i look at thee/ all i c is a wannabe/ the onli good lines u threw r the last two/u worse than nano/idiot needing more than a few braincells/stupid and u dnt even kno dude/u got no clue/